Small wonder youve not heard from her
Shes gone now, back in england
She got spirit, will go farther
But she cant see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The colour of your schemes . . . oh
But you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
Why blunder? theres no wonder
Youve been feeling six foot under
Make it happen, you: it could happen
But dont forget to turn the light off if youre last to leave
If youre last to leave here
cos you know and I that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
And you know and I that all men are fly
And all girls must die, or something
To fade